I found this quote the other night and couldn’t help but think of myself. I will go days in a hardship without showing any signs of weakness, but the exact moment I am alone (particularly laying in bed at night), I break down. I thought I was weak for feeling. I always seem to think that I have to be the strong one. I have to be the one who gives the shoulder to cry on, and gives someone to lean on. This summer, I’ve learned that it’s okay to be selfish. It’s okay to cry on someone’s shoulder. It doesn’t make you any weaker.
On the other hand, I do believe that there is an importance behind standing tall and brushing yourself off during a hardship. Not bearing all of your emotions all the time is a good thing.
As of now, I’m trying to find a happy medium within the chaos.